crankles.

cocoa is pretty dry on it's own.
i mean,
it's basically delicious brown chalk, isn't it?
yeah.
it is.
but,
with melted butterishness and brown sugar,
and melted chocolate chips, and a splash of vanilla added to it?
double-dutch non-alkalized extra-sexy batter gets birthed from the bowl.
mmmhmmmm.
and once all the other other crap gets mixed in,
and a blast or two of chocolate chips gets pushed inside it, as well?
well, well well well,
what do you have then?
you've got yourself some soft cakey cookie dough, yo.
check the early-morning-treats-type teleport:

wooohoooo.
i think they look kinda cool.
you can go ahead with your christmas cookies,
but i'm steady reppin'  my krampus crankles,
with that crackle-wrinkly confectioners coating all broken and busted open,
for extra-special-effective effect.
neighbors,
they start out so mellow, and then that chocolate hits you right in your face.
a brown bomb of burly richness,
after the soft dissolving dopeness of that sugary skin.
yeah!
i love treats.
and i need to make 'em in order to feel like my day off was worth a damn.
no joke.
i do what i do,
and i do it the most.
loud fresh hardness, and soft sweet cookies.
this is What Is,
and that's all there needs to be;
never quiet, never soft.....